"Ultimately, it's still physical attack?"
Fang Xiaoyu couldn't help but frown as she watched the heartfire suddenly appear on Xi Renyuanjun's body.
This... is too lacking in aesthetic appeal.
"Not just!"
Wan Lei shook his head.
The pink flames that suddenly appeared on Xi Renyuanjun's body instantly engulfed her, severing the surrounding Netherworld Coldfire domain from her body.
"Ah!!!"
Xi Renyuanjun let out a painful wail. The agony of her soul being directly burned was unbearable. She desperately tried to control the Netherworld Coldfire to extinguish the heartfire, but to no avail.
The Netherworld Coldfire burned all things, but it could not digest her own emotions.
"Hohohoho, scream, your screams are so wonderfully melodious. Sister doesn't even want to kill you anymore. I really want to take you back and let you scream for me every day."
Bu Zhihuo Qingwu took a light step forward, fanning her fan gently as she strolled to Xi Renyuanjun's side.
"Are you afraid? Are you scared? Anxious? Hating? Do you wish you could tear me limb from limb?
You should know, for my Bu Zhihuo family's heartfire, the stronger the enemy's negative emotions, the more powerful our flames become."
How could Xi Renyuanjun not know? But the pain of the heartfire burning her soul was too intense. She could only grit her teeth, maintaining a clear mind, and force herself to calm down.
"Oh my, still so stubborn. Look at that tense little face, so alluring. Just be good and become Sister's new pet. Sister promises to train you into a little female dog that only knows how to be happy every day, hohohoho..."
"Xi Renyuanjun is going to lose."
Fang Xiaoyu sighed.
Wan Lei, however, did not comment and instead proposed another idea.
"According to the script setting, under normal circumstances, when one party is suppressed to the point of being unable to fight back, the surrounding bystanders will say,
'Oh my, so-and-so is going to lose. Truly incompetent, to be dealt with so quickly.'
This serves as foreshadowing and contrast, and then the suppressed person will immediately erupt and counterattack, defeating the opponent."
"It's different."
"How is it different?"
"The one who counterattacks is the protagonist, not a bystander."
"But now, we are the bystanders, and the ones fighting inside are the protagonists."
"Then do you think Xi Renyuanjun, under such fierce heartfire erosion, still has hope for a desperate counterattack?"
Wan Lei sighed and looked at the two women who were about to have their faces touching, and said leisurely,
"Bu Zhihuo Qingwu... is being a little careless."
Indeed, Bu Zhihuo Qingwu was now exhibiting the villain's tendency to talk too much. It was not strange. After being suppressed and beaten for so long, after meticulous planning and step-by-step execution, she finally turned the tables and suppressed Xi Renyuanjun. At this moment, becoming overconfident was indeed understandable.
After all, everyone likes to admire the expression of an opponent who was arrogant moments ago but is now wailing in pain.
In the past, Wan Lei had analyzed that villains don't actually like to talk much; they just like to savor the feeling of mocking their defeated opponents.
Therefore, to avoid becoming a villain who dies from talking too much, Wan Lei always pressed his enemies relentlessly, crushing them in one go without a word more.
Occasionally, if he felt like it, he would say a few mocking words to the enemy's corpse, showing off, because, after all, a dead enemy is the best enemy.
Villains who talk a lot are actually not that scary, because the more they talk, the more flaws they reveal.
Truly terrifying enemies are those who are cold and ruthless, like a killing machine with no emotions, who just keeps attacking.
And then, on the verge of death, you ask him why he's killing you, only for him to tell you that the author sent him, that the author doesn't want to write about you anymore, that you're too weak, and that his reward for killing you is to become the protagonist of the next book...
Cough, cough,
Got carried away.
At this moment, bystanders Wan Lei, Fang Xiaoyu, and the old man Gou Huo were staring intently at the battlefield.
They knew it wasn't over yet.
Bu Zhihuo Qingwu was cunning and calculating; she was a smart person, but the smarter people are, the more they like to enjoy the fruits of their intelligence.
This feeling of having everything under control, even the most seasoned and calm strategists enjoy it, let alone Bu Zhihuo Qingwu, who indulged her desires and emotions.
She raised her hand and lifted Xi Renyuanjun's chin.
Xi Renyuanjun, burning with pink heartfire all over, seemed to have no power, but her soul was being scorched.
Her fear, her anger, her shame, her hatred – she couldn't suppress them. Every move, every smile of the woman before her, continuously stoked her emotions, making her wish she could tear her to shreds.
Bu Zhihuo Qingwu's fingertips continued to gently caress Xi Renyuanjun's smooth chin, and the heartfire naturally caused her no harm.
Suddenly, Xi Renyuanjun's eyes, which had been tightly closed in pain, suddenly opened.
From her eyes, Netherworld Coldfire erupted.
Bu Zhihuo Qingwu was greatly alarmed, realizing something was amiss, and immediately tried to retreat. However, Xi Renyuanjun raised her hand and grabbed her slender wrist.
Bu Zhihuo Qingwu immediately looked up. A blade-like energy suddenly appeared on the fan she was holding and lunged towards Xi Renyuanjun's wrist.
However, it was too late.
The Netherworld Coldfire erupting from Xi Renyuanjun's eyes repelled Bu Zhihuo Qingwu's hand holding the fan.
Just as Bu Zhihuo Qingwu thought Xi Renyuanjun was about to attack her with the flames in her eyes, the flames suddenly split into two streams, bypassed her, and entered the Netherworld Coldfire domain.
Where they were standing was initially surrounded by heartfire, but this stream of Netherworld Coldfire opened a passage, drawing in the flames from within the domain.
"How dare you!"
Bu Zhihuo Qingwu sensed something. She grasped the hand holding her forward, and the heartfire within the opponent's body immediately exploded.
Xi Renyuanjun, however, did not retreat at all. The surging Netherworld Coldfire she had drawn in instantly engulfed Bu Zhihuo Qingwu.
Both of them used their flames to trap the other.
"Xi Renyuanjun, you dare!"
"Explode!"
A resolute glint flashed in Xi Renyuanjun's eyes.
"Explode!"
Bu Zhihuo Qingwu said with a fierce tone.
With two shouts from their mouths.
To hell with it,
Let's go all out.
Boom!!!
A deafening explosion erupted from their bodies. The flames on both of them detonated simultaneously, forming a strong storm that uprooted all the apricot trees within a radius of tens of miles, sending them flying.
Bu Zhihuo Qingwu was sent flying backward.
Xi Renyuanjun also fell at Wan Lei and the others' feet.
Wan Lei looked up at the people in the distance, then looked down at the person at his feet.
Uh...
It's over just like that?